In preparation for the big trip, several smaller forays into Exeter
were necessary. I can always blame the banks!
Soup at the cathedral was always a possibility.
A chance to see the little gremlins in our lives. In a perfect
world I think a stone mason would be a pretty good job.
You probaby need a second career when your joints go
though, and a head for heights most likely, and the
ability to quietly slake a cider after you've gently tap the arms
off your Venus de milo. So spare a thought for all the stonework
that never made it, and those knuckles that suffered in vain!
We salute you!
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